Divine Interruptions Dear Danita's, This summer, our team has been reflecting on moments when God showed up in unexpected ways—times when His presence broke through difficult circumstances. We’ve come to call these moments Divine Interruptions. If you’ve walked with Jesus for any length of time, I’m sure you have your own stories—times when Heaven touched earth in the middle of chaos. One such moment takes me back to 2004, a year forever etched in my memory. At the time, Haiti was in the grip of political unrest. Armed rebels were sweeping through the country, targeting government officials and business leaders. Fear hung heavy in the air as village after village fell under their control.The U.S. embassy began sending me urgent messages—leave the country. But how could I? I couldn’t abandon my children and our dedicated staff. I cried out to God for wisdom: Lord, what should I do? Late one night, after much prayer and wrestling, God answered—in a dream. That doesn’t happen to me often, but when it does, I know to listen. In the dream, I saw floodwaters rushing across Haiti, destroying everything in their path. But when the waters approached our children’s home, they parted and flowed around our land, never touching us. I woke up with peace. God had spoken. I was to stay. Days later, we received word that the rebels were nearing our village. I watched as they entered our town breaking down doors, searching for people and weapons. I told the children to stay low, and most of our staff had already gone home to be with their families. My heart pounded as the rebels turned toward our neighbor's home and they saw me looking through a window. They began to shout, "Americans, Americans!" - but then something unexpected happened. Voices began to rise from the village—pleading, shouting: “That’s Mami Danita! They help our children! They care for our people!” The villagers stood in our defense. Later that evening, one of the rebels approached our front gate and spoke with one of our workers and said, “We heard there’s an orphanage here, and a woman named Mami Danita takes care of the children. Please tell her—if she needs anything, we will help.” When I heard this, I sent back a simple message: “Tell them we need food.” We relied on daily fresh supplies from the Dominican Republic, but the border was closed. The following day, the rebels returned with a wheelbarrow full of food. They had gone to the closed border of the Dominican Republic, lined with armed guards, and somehow managed to work with our Dominican staff to pass food over the locked gate. Bread, peanut butter, powdered milk—all of it thrown over the fence into waiting arms. They brought it back and fed our children. Not one of us was harmed. We could have despaired, we could have fled. But instead, we looked to the God of miracles—and He did what only He can do. To this day, we are grateful for your continued prayers and generous support. If you’re facing your own storm right now, may this testimony encourage you: God is still in the business of divine interruptions. He is faithful. He is near. We appreciate you more than words can say.